Secrets

I kept if as a dirty secret from you.

Lied – by saying nothing.

Keeping it to myself to torment me.

And although I spoke nothing

But the truth

And only the truth,

I said nothing and lied.

Lied, lied, lied.

Now my death has brought

smears on a perfect picture.

Yet no one knows the reasons.

Because inside, I kept it.

It's why I had to die.